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romantic poem

what spiteful chance steals unawares
better than granite
up to her chamber window
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
city that is not a city
i am old and blind
the darkness rolls upward
let us pity those who are better off than we are
see, they return
i hold your heart
braided and woven
desolate and lone

 



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